Feet chained to pebbles from the path outside your house.
My impact doesn't disturb the waters.
I've never sunk faster than this.
Won't try to save myself because my fingers never reach the surface.
Girls break hearts.
Every touch to my arm is a push closer to the edge of the cliff.
I'm done with jumping.
Warm skin against cool marble rethinking nights in kitchen blackouts.
You be the milk and I be the biscuit.
I look better drowning.
Locked cupboards filled with niceties and erect little fingers.
Minimize the mess.
I forget my place and burn boiling water.
Left the toaster in the sink three days ago,
and forgot to clean the spoons.
You're smile's a magnet glued to the refrigerator door.
I want to spill you on the kitchen floor.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Honey and salt don't mix well together.
I wake up thinking if this isn't the best place to dream,
You aren't the best thought to fall asleep to.
Frozen in place with cold feet.
It's risking falling apart versus going no where.
Nobody told me the path of self-destruction was a circle.
I can't get used to the feel of my heart beat.
Animate our words and skip to 'goodbye.'
The clean space on the wall is for fillers and surface talk.
But she already knew that when she moved in.
I don't want to think of you.
Another backpack full of undeveloped film
to be buried in a pile of letters.
I's, U's, and xo's leaving prints through the pages.
The more we write, the more the lines blur,
Until "I hope" feels invisible.
Flashbacks in the form of quotes and cliche lines -
I was reading more than marks beside my sense of rationality.
What's the answer to this?
I hang up before you tell me you won't be back,
And disconnect in case you never call again.
Freeze yourself until the fever dies.
With my head in hands and eyes squeezed hard,
The only one I see is half asleep.
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a shot in the dark from an empty gun:
my name is matt. i'm 20, single and live with my parents. all the leaves have fallen to the ground where i live. someone threatened to shoot up my school campus this week. i prefer myself in black & white- it's how the world works anyway. you're either wrong or right; you vote democrat or republican.
i'm impulsive, spontaneous, and random. i am predictable- i am a hypocrite.
i spent tonight alone, drinking and drowning my thoughts in a deserted runway, under an empty sky. i have lost everything i ever had.
your august 5th post on foil candy acerbity got me through the toughest week of my life this year. it was strongly emulated and a source of influence in a post i made.
i have a habit of doing things and end up regretting them. it's the end of summer, and i have lost two best friends. god either doesn't have time to have a conversation with me, or god doesn't exist at all. angels turn their back on me, and i have let down every single person i have come in contact with.
<3"the path of self-destruction is a circle"<3
please don't pull the plug and drain the ocean.
this is my message in a bottle.
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